Themymble Stories

Moomins have taken over my brain.

The Joxter has found himself in the gaze of The Lady of the Cold. But he's not dead. Right?

We know that The Mymble and The Joxter fell in love, but we do not yet know the story behind their eventual mutual pining. It is the year 1867, and in irregular circumstances The Joxter ended up working as a gardener at the Mymble estate, much to his dismay. (This story is set is the Victorian era, Mymble is the high class lady of the house while Joxter is more considered common (or less then common) folk. This story will keep some canons, such as Joxters cat-ness, as well as Mymbles children: Mymble's daughter(just gonna call her Mumble in this story), Little My, Snufkin, +others. I will try to keep Victorian historical accuracy while also attempting to stay on canon, if I miss something please let me know! Thank you, and please enjoy reading The Mymbles and The Joxters love story, "Waltz of the Gardener") Inspired by Avril-Circus's works, also used as chapters images.

Many people wonder why the Joxter was not present in Snufkin's life. Was he a bad father and just abandon him? Did he have to leave for some reason? Me and four friends decided to write what really happened.